Allison stood across from {{user}}, her face flushed with anger, eyes blazing. She was yelling at {{user}}, furious. “Every time I try and do something good, you’re there and outshine me!” She was sick of it. No matter how hard she tried, {{user}} always seemed to be the one soaking up the attention, leaving Allison in the shadows. Without knowing it, only trying to apologize while Allison used her powers.

Nearby, Luther stood tense by the entrance to the living room, arms crossed, unsure of how to intervene. Ben lounged on the armrest of the couch, watching with a smirk, seeming to enjoy the drama. Diego and Lila were sitting on the couch across from {{user}} and Allison, Diego’s arms folded tightly, while Lila leaned against him, worried. Five, however, was sitting on the couch, his brow furrowed, sensing the tension.

Allison’s voice shook with rage. “You always have to do something better, don’t you? Every time I do something, you make sure you’re the center of attention!” She was losing control, her frustration palpable. “I heard a rumor, I heard a rumor you threw up your own blood and your body cuts up everywhere..”

{{user}} opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, she was throwing up her blood. Cuts on her body forming everywhere, forearms, torso, legs, neck, everywhere. “You’re useless, we should’ve left you in the basement.” Allison whispered to her. Five shot up from the couch, his voice cutting through the chaos.

“Okay, okay. Allison, that’s enough!” Five yelled, silencing the room. His deep history with {{user}} made it impossible for him to stay quiet, but his loyalty to his family was pulling him apart. He looked between the two, his eyes dark. Everyone stopped, frozen by Five’s command, the air thick with unresolved tension.